That was the question I posed out of the blue today during lunch. I'm wondering because, according to Wikipedia (the foremost intelligence on, oh you know, most everything) "methamphetamine is most structurally similar to methcathinone and amphetamine. When illicitly produced, it is commonly made by the reduction of ephedrine or pseudophedrine. Most of the necessary chemicals are readily available in household products or over-the-counter cold or allergy medicines." The thing is, you can't get cold or allergy medications in Denmark (stupid. pharmaceutical companies would make a bloody fortune here), leading me to believe that members of the ephedrine set are probably also difficult to find in Danish cleaning products. Now, I am aware that people reading this who do not live in Denmark might see this as a logically flawed inference to make, but if you lived in Denmark you'd understand. The lack of certain products here is really mind-boggling.
So, can you make crystal meth in Denmark? Not that I, er, want to or anything. Crystal meth is such a ghetto drug. I'm still curious, though. Maybe I'll ask some druggies in Christiania or, better yet, on Istedgade. Maybe I can even get some valuable insight from a Gammel Torv hobo. Hmm...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Tuesday Bits
After a fun-packed weekend, I "hit the ground running" at work yesterday morning with 364 new things to read in my RSS feed. I am still working on reading through the interesting bits today. Hmmm... am I mis-prioritizing if I give my RSS feed higher importance than Outlook, Filemaker, and the list on my desk marked "To Do/Projects"?! Oh well. I'd totally red-flag my RSS if I could. To put off real work for a bit longer, a few of my favorites:
McSweeny's - Excerpts from the Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook for People with Rocket Packs: How to thwart robbery by multiple knife-wielding attackers, escape underwater bondage (David Blaine, this is for you), thwart a Nazi supervillian, and end your long-term relationship.
Cupcakes Take the Cake - Morning sugar rush.
DCist - What's next? Blacks in back again? That might become a problem in 2050, when minorities will take over public transport, along with everything else in America. (see below)
Whites to become the minority in the U.S. by 2050 - Here in Denmark, on the other hand, seeing a non-white is something I notice. Like, seriously, I maybe see one or two minorities per day - sometimes none if I don't go into a Kiosk.
First toast, then dog butt, and now tree Jesus.
Dzien dobry, satanic spirits! - I wonder if Piotr has heard about this?!
Boring Iceland - The Nordic countries need to start a war or something. Someone draw some provacative cartoons!
Meh, I guess that's it for now. I'll be posting a wishlist soon though. I hate being too busy to blog, and studying for the LSATS suck. I could bore you with tales of logical reasoning and chai, but I won't and nothing else is interesting or going on right now.
McSweeny's - Excerpts from the Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook for People with Rocket Packs: How to thwart robbery by multiple knife-wielding attackers, escape underwater bondage (David Blaine, this is for you), thwart a Nazi supervillian, and end your long-term relationship.
Cupcakes Take the Cake - Morning sugar rush.
DCist - What's next? Blacks in back again? That might become a problem in 2050, when minorities will take over public transport, along with everything else in America. (see below)
Whites to become the minority in the U.S. by 2050 - Here in Denmark, on the other hand, seeing a non-white is something I notice. Like, seriously, I maybe see one or two minorities per day - sometimes none if I don't go into a Kiosk.
First toast, then dog butt, and now tree Jesus.
Dzien dobry, satanic spirits! - I wonder if Piotr has heard about this?!
Boring Iceland - The Nordic countries need to start a war or something. Someone draw some provacative cartoons!
Meh, I guess that's it for now. I'll be posting a wishlist soon though. I hate being too busy to blog, and studying for the LSATS suck. I could bore you with tales of logical reasoning and chai, but I won't and nothing else is interesting or going on right now.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
"Love Is Blind"
No, wrong. Whoever came up with this cliche is dumb, or ugly. Just like "inner beauty" is for fat, ugly people.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Tang Attack
Bornholm, Denmark is one of my most favorite places on Earth. I will likely describe these reasons in a later post (I'll be going to Bornholm again in May) but I wanted to mention one of them now...
Whenever I go to Bornholm, I stay in Danhostel Gudhjem. Danhostel Gudhjem is fun for a number of reasons, one standout being that they serve what appears to be and tastes like TANG in the dining room. I started thinking about Tang when I was drinking my afternoonly Safari Fruits flavoured Capri Sun (ahem, Capri-Sonne - it's actually German here) and Stine compared it to my love of Bornholm Tang. A quick visit-out-of-curiosity to Wikipedia has shown me that Tang is an American product (though it has been in outer space). Suddenly wondering where I could get some of this delicious Tang-like product here in Copenhagen, I called Danhostel Gudhjem and spoke to Jakob. I told Jakob I had a weird question and asked him what the drink was in the dining hall. He seemed confused and, unable to hold my cool and excitement any longer (I was already mentally planning an after work excursion to Nørrebro to score some Tang) I burst out with, "Is it Tang!?!"
"Tang?" he asked, confused.
"Oh, yeah, you know, it's an American fake citrus beverage. It's been to outer space in the shuttle!" (loser.)
"Erm, hmmm, okay. Well, I'll ask the chef when he comes in." (God, this girl is a whackjob)
"Okay, great. Here is my email...! See you in May!" (all smiles, still a loser.)
God, you know you've been away from USA too long when you go nuts about Tang. I'm still awaiting my email though, and I do hope it's Tang.
Whenever I go to Bornholm, I stay in Danhostel Gudhjem. Danhostel Gudhjem is fun for a number of reasons, one standout being that they serve what appears to be and tastes like TANG in the dining room. I started thinking about Tang when I was drinking my afternoonly Safari Fruits flavoured Capri Sun (ahem, Capri-Sonne - it's actually German here) and Stine compared it to my love of Bornholm Tang. A quick visit-out-of-curiosity to Wikipedia has shown me that Tang is an American product (though it has been in outer space). Suddenly wondering where I could get some of this delicious Tang-like product here in Copenhagen, I called Danhostel Gudhjem and spoke to Jakob. I told Jakob I had a weird question and asked him what the drink was in the dining hall. He seemed confused and, unable to hold my cool and excitement any longer (I was already mentally planning an after work excursion to Nørrebro to score some Tang) I burst out with, "Is it Tang!?!"
"Tang?" he asked, confused.
"Oh, yeah, you know, it's an American fake citrus beverage. It's been to outer space in the shuttle!" (loser.)
"Erm, hmmm, okay. Well, I'll ask the chef when he comes in." (God, this girl is a whackjob)
"Okay, great. Here is my email...! See you in May!" (all smiles, still a loser.)
God, you know you've been away from USA too long when you go nuts about Tang. I'm still awaiting my email though, and I do hope it's Tang.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
$3 Quadrillion Pipe Dream
Katrina Victim Sues for $3 Quadrillion
Someone in Baker, Louisiana, 93 miles from Hurricane Katrina's epicenter is suing the U.S. Federal Government for $3 quadrillion.
I hope you get your $3 quadrillion, whoever you are in Baker. Then you can be the ruler of the free world. You alone, because you will bankrupt the U.S... and then everyone will revolt and overthrow you. Down with Baker and down with you. Dummy.
Someone in Baker, Louisiana, 93 miles from Hurricane Katrina's epicenter is suing the U.S. Federal Government for $3 quadrillion.
For the sake of perspective: A mere $1 quadrillion would dwarf the U.S. gross domestic product, which Scott said was $13.2 trillion in 2007. A stack of one quadrillion pennies would reach Saturn.
According to the MSNBC article, Baker is home to a trailer park which has been home to hundreds of evacuees since the storm. Apparently it is also home to an ivory tower where the $3 quadrillion dollar plaintiff lives.
I may be cold-hearted and ignorant to suffering, but I seriously don't understand how people can sue over natural disasters. (Granted, I've been unusually lucky with my natural disasters. When Hurricane Hugo hit my family's home in Charleston, SC in 1989 all we lost was a gutter and a downspout.) Sure, natural disasters suck and negatively impact your life and cause doubtlessly irreparable damage to both person and property... but it's a weather phenomenon!! Yes, the government could have given you more warning to get out of New Orleans, but that would not have prevented your property from getting storm-trashed! What should have been done? Maybe a nuclear weapon, artfully exploded in the Gulf of Mexico would have shipped Katrina on her destructive way. Maybe we should attack all natural disasters with nukes. Forest fires in California? Shit, send a nuke. Tsunami in Asia? Nuke the bastard. Tornadoes, earthquakes? My "Earth boy" nuclear weapon will give you something to quake about.I hope you get your $3 quadrillion, whoever you are in Baker. Then you can be the ruler of the free world. You alone, because you will bankrupt the U.S... and then everyone will revolt and overthrow you. Down with Baker and down with you. Dummy.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
It's been awhile...
I've been busy and internet-less at home, so I haven't had time or resources to blog recently. But now I'm back... hooray. There have been a lot of things over the past few weeks that, as they have flitted through my consciousness, I have considered blogworthy, but they have unfortunately since faded away. Oh well. A few things on my mind this morning:
Danish Weather
In recent years, Denmark has been placed first on a number of subjective "Happiness Scales." See here, here, and here. But, I wondered on my way to work this morning, how can a country where the weather can so often only be described as utter and absolute crap be so happy?
I've heard a number of people cite the Dane's overall lack of expectations as the primary reason for this seemingly overabundance of happiness. Danes wake up, go about their lives, and at the end of the day think to themselves "Gee, I didn't die today! Chalk another one up on the ol' survival calendar! Wow, this really was a great one, eh Bjorn?!"
I have another theory. My theory is that all animosity, bitterness, and overall ill-will in Denmark (otherwise known as anything falling into the general hypothetical category of classification that would be best titled 'uhyggelig') manifests itself as a Danish weather phenomenon I like to call "The Mist."
The Mist, to put it bluntly, SUCKS. The Mist generally appears every morning and lasts until around 10. It is best described as misting rain, bone chilling dampness, and grey skies of misery. The Mist is not enough to get you soaking wet, but will mist on your clothes enough during even the shortest of morning commutes (mine is less than 10 minutes) to leave you damp and miserable until lunch. The Mist also leaves the streets just slippery enough to make morning runs around the lakes miserable and bike commutes dangerous if the need to stop short arises.
The Mist is kinda like a dementor in Harry Potter. It sucks all the joy out of everything and makes you feel miserable. I can't even write about The Mist without feeling miserable. I hate the damn Mist and can't wait until Spring hits (probably not until April-ish). I miss my flip-flops. They aren't, unfortunately, Mist friendly footwear.
Weird Danish Habit
Putting burned out, used matches back in the match box. WHY do Danes do this?! It's not only weird and seemingly purposeless, but also annoying! The match heads generally crumble and fall off the old matches, so when you have to root through the box to find a usable match your fingers get all sooty and shit. Stupid.
Danish Weather
In recent years, Denmark has been placed first on a number of subjective "Happiness Scales." See here, here, and here. But, I wondered on my way to work this morning, how can a country where the weather can so often only be described as utter and absolute crap be so happy?
I've heard a number of people cite the Dane's overall lack of expectations as the primary reason for this seemingly overabundance of happiness. Danes wake up, go about their lives, and at the end of the day think to themselves "Gee, I didn't die today! Chalk another one up on the ol' survival calendar! Wow, this really was a great one, eh Bjorn?!"
I have another theory. My theory is that all animosity, bitterness, and overall ill-will in Denmark (otherwise known as anything falling into the general hypothetical category of classification that would be best titled 'uhyggelig') manifests itself as a Danish weather phenomenon I like to call "The Mist."
The Mist, to put it bluntly, SUCKS. The Mist generally appears every morning and lasts until around 10. It is best described as misting rain, bone chilling dampness, and grey skies of misery. The Mist is not enough to get you soaking wet, but will mist on your clothes enough during even the shortest of morning commutes (mine is less than 10 minutes) to leave you damp and miserable until lunch. The Mist also leaves the streets just slippery enough to make morning runs around the lakes miserable and bike commutes dangerous if the need to stop short arises.
The Mist is kinda like a dementor in Harry Potter. It sucks all the joy out of everything and makes you feel miserable. I can't even write about The Mist without feeling miserable. I hate the damn Mist and can't wait until Spring hits (probably not until April-ish). I miss my flip-flops. They aren't, unfortunately, Mist friendly footwear.
Weird Danish Habit
Putting burned out, used matches back in the match box. WHY do Danes do this?! It's not only weird and seemingly purposeless, but also annoying! The match heads generally crumble and fall off the old matches, so when you have to root through the box to find a usable match your fingers get all sooty and shit. Stupid.
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